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Trend Killer

アーティスト:The Haunted  アルバム:Exit Wounds 

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So, how do you do, yeah It was nice to meet you but the grass is growing underneath my feet If I had a dime for every jerk on the road I'd had a house full of money and a mouth full of gold Who's his face and what you that band? Every fucking day I try to understand I can't be bothered with your piece-of-shit-band With your piece-of-shit-music and your piece-of-shit-fans Get this Your licks and riffs are all laced with shit But songs full of nothing are just making me sick Think you're made 'cause your mugs are the cover But come next month, they'll be covering someone other What's that bro, can't find a style of your own? You got the wagon to the left and to the right are the clones Don't slap my back, quoting me as the man I want nothing to do with your fucking band Trend killer Yeah, here comes Johnny smoking three packs a day He thinks he's the shit with his band and his babe He spent his advance on getting full sleeve tattoos Now the band and babe split and left with holes in his sheos You burned your bridges when becoming a star But the cameras stopped flashing at your entourage


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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